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"A party?" Alex said, sprawled across the futon. His phone lay on his chest, piping tinny music softly through the room.

Samantha nodded. "At my friend Beth's house. Her parents are out of town until Friday."

"You know I'm not big on parties." Alex's ears flushed back against his skull at the memory. He buried his face in his phone, sighing.

"It'll be real small, Alex. Like... seven, eight people tops. A small... intimate... affair."

Alex's ears perked up slightly and he grinned into his phone's screen despite himself. "I don't know, Sammy. How are we gonna get there, anyway? Mom's working late and there's no way James will drive us."

His sister pounced. She landed next to the futon, her face inches from his own. Alex flinched, nearly tossing his phone in surprise. "So you'll come?" She grinned, giving him an aggressive kiss on the nose.

He frowned. "That's not an answer."

"Beth said her sister could pick us up." Samantha rubbed her face against his, playfully. "So you'll come?"

Alex huffed. "Who's going to be there?"

"Who knows? So you'll come?" Samantha drew back, biting her lip. "Or do I have to_persuade_you?"

Shaking his head, Alex grinned. "Try not to sound too excited at the prospect."

Samantha reached out, running her fingers through his dark hair and lightly pulling him toward her. Her lips parted as they met his, tongue dragging lightly across his upper lip. "But I am excited," she breathed, pushing her chest forward to press her breasts against his shoulder. Her other paw snatched his phone away, set it on the ground beside her, and then guided his paw up under her shirt. Alex trailed his fingers slowly through the fur of her midriff, enjoying the throaty sigh his sister gave in reply. Reaching her breast he slowed, lightly squeezing it, bra and all. Samantha moaned softly, burying her face against his neck. Crawling gracefully to maintain Alex's paw on her breast, Samantha made her way onto the futon and carefully straddled her brother. Gyrating her hips, she grinned down at him. "Feels like you're excited too."

Eyes narrow and intense, Alex curled his fingers inside her bra. His nails brushed the hard, pert nipple drawing a gasp. "Can you blame me?" he said.

Samantha leaned down, kissing him slowly and passionately. "Just you wait," she whispered. Sliding back a few inches, she reluctantly allowed his paw to slip free of her breast. The disappointment lasted only a second however, as she fumbled with Alex's jeans, yanking them down to mid-thigh. His cock had already emerged two-thirds of the way from his sheath and tented his boxers nicely. Peeling back the fabric, she bent down, shot her brother a wink, and planted a gentle kiss on the tip.

"Gah!" Alex gasped, stiffening in more ways than one. He lifted his hips, eagerly sliding down his boxers for better access. But his sister leapt away, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Whyyyy?" he groaned, plaintively.

Samantha merely grinned, swaying her hips as she smoothly lifted her shirt over her head. Her bra was a tiny, pink, lacy thing that shaped her modest bust exceptionally well. Alex's eyes were transfixed as she leaned forward, clutching herself and giving him an excellent view of her cleavage.

"I was thinking about you all day, you know," Samantha said, suddenly. Her arms vanished behind her, and a second later, the bra was unclasped, dangling loosely from her shoulders. "How I wished we were alone." She slid the straps down off her arms, one at a time. Only the cups remained, clutched to the pure white fur of her chest. "How I wanted you to shove me up against my locker." She inched them downward, until they barely concealed anything. "Pull my hair." Lower. "Tell me that I belong to you." And there they were--maroon buds within pools of naked, pink skin. The surrounding fur was disheveled. Samantha dropped the bra to the ground and groped her own breasts gently. She tugged at the nipples, shooting him a sultry grin. "How I wanted you to fuck my brains out."

Alex blinked in surprise. "Damn, sis!"

Samantha's paws flew to her mouth. "I'm sorry!" she stammered, suddenly blushing. She hid her breasts behind her elbows. "Was that too much? I was trying to be sexy for you!"

Alex laughed, reaching down and giving himself a couple of casual strokes. "Not at all. I just wasn't expecting that from you.

Samantha gave a hungry, if relieved, smile. "Well, then. Were you expecting this?" In an instant, her jeans were in a pile around her ankles. Alex's eyes grew wider than she'd ever seen them. All thanks to the world's_tiniest_ thong, courtesy of Beth. It felt as though, at any second, her clit might peek out over top or the threads that comprised the waistband might snap. And having the thing ride up her ass all day had been an... unusual experience. But now, seeing her brother's jaw drop at the sight of her, it occurred to Samantha it just might be worth investing in a few of her own.

She dropped slowly to her knees, legs apart. She felt Alex's eyes roam her body, lingering between her legs, and her body reacted with a tingling warmth. Sliding her paws down the inside of her thighs, she watched as his cock twitched. "I'll take that as a no," she said.

Alex's tail twitched eagerly. "Definitely not," he agreed.

She rewarded him with a moan, cupping her crotch with a paw and rubbing herself slowly. Her pussy throbbed and she bore down on it with her fingers, imagining the way Alex's shaft would fill her.

Soon, she promised herself.

Crawling forward on paws and knees, Samantha ducked low, raising her backside in what she hoped was a seductive manner. Her tail curled up against her back, giving her brother an excellent view of the thin cloth guarding the crack of her ass. Joining him on the futon, she slid her way up his body until she straddled him.

Alex's cock was hard against her, and Samantha ground against it. She could feel her face growing hot. Beneath her, Alex groaned. His paws found her hips and held her in place, clutching fistfuls of her fur as he bucked up against her. She could feel his knot swelling against her ass.

The doorbell rang.

Eyes going wide, the two scrambled back. Samantha darted around, dressing as though her life depended on it. She swore violently, struggling to pull her shirt back on.

"Sorry, Alex!" she blurted, face flushing. "She's early. I thought we had another half-hour." She eyed the bulge in his hastily readjusted jeans. "I'll take care of that later, okay?"

"You'd better," he growled, rolling his eyes.

***

"Small, intimate affair." Alex growled the words, arms folded. He stood in the driveway, eyeing the house. He could see dozens of people inside, gyrating to forgettable bass-heavy music loud enough to shake the windows. His fur was already standing on end at the thought of maneuvering his way inside.

"Alex, I swear, I didn't plan this." Samantha touched his shoulder gently. "Beth swore there wouldn't be many people. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I'd known."

"It's fine," he said, pulling away from his sister's touch. "Let's get this over with."

"Alex, really, I--"

"Sam! Alex!" Beth emerged from the house, waving. For a second, the music grew deafening from the open door. "Sorry about all the people. I guess my sister invited some of his friends. We're gonna be upstairs."

With a relieved grin, Samantha grabbed his paw. She dragged him through the door. The music was deafening, and he winced, ears flattening. Fortunately the stairs were immediately inside the door, and they darted upstairs before Alex caught sight of a single person. The master bedroom door was open, and he scrambled in after Beth and his sister, resisting the urge to slam it shut. Instead, he merely closed it.

"Ahem." Beth cleared her throat. Alex turned, self-conscious.

He was suddenly a great deal more self-conscious. His face flushed at the sight that met him.

Sprawled out on the large, king-sized bed, a pair of girls were oblivious to everything but each other. Arms, legs, and tails tangled, they moaned into one another's lips.

"AHEM." Beth was no longer just clearing her throat. The girls slowly disentangled themselves and sat up. The first, a slender otter, gave a nervous giggle. Her partner, an athletic-looking Bengal exhaled heavily, and propped herself on an elbow. Both looked to be about their age, certainly no more than a year or two senior.

"Care to join us, Beth?" the Bengal purred. Her tail flicked lazily back and forth.

Beth answered with a rude gesture and plopped onto a nearby chair.

"Who are your friends?" asked the otter, adjusting her hair.

"Sam. Alex. Make yourselves at home, guys." Beth waved a paw toward a number of chairs and an enormous, neon green beanbag. She glared at the pair still occupying the bed. "Just not, you know, *that* at home."

"Mine!" Sam shouted. She ran forward, diving headfirst into the beanbag. It swallowed her whole, leaving only her well-groomed tail and legs sticking out. As she shimmied backward, Alex quickly averted his eyes. He matched eyes with the Bengal, who gave him a hungry smile, and quickly looked away again. Keeping his eyes locked on the floor, he crept forward and took an unobtrusive seat between Beth and Samantha.

"So," the otter chimed in, she made her way to the edge of the bed and leaned over, glancing around. "I'm Amelia." She jerked her head toward the feline. "And this is Morgan."

"Hey," Morgan said.

"Are you two, like, related or something?" Amelia asked. She folded her arms beneath her as she examined the twins. Alex felt his face flush. The girls' stares were making him extremely uncomfortable, while the manner in which Amelia's breasts were being pushed upward was making him uncomfortable in a very different way.

"She's my sister," he managed. His voice almost cracked and he chewed the inside of his cheek in embarrassment.

"Ah, shame." Amelia said with a shrug. "I was gonna say you two look like you'd make a cute couple. Sorry. That weird?"

Alex nodded, just as Samantha emerged from the beanbag, shaking her head. "We get that a lot," she said.

"Good to know. So, did Beth tell you what the plan is tonight?"

The twins met each other's eyes briefly, then shook their heads. To Alex's side, Beth folded her arms, frowning. "That's not--"

Morgan crept forward on the bed, eyes locked on Alex as she draped herself over the edge next to Amelia. "Well," she said, interrupting her. "First, we're all going to get crazy drunk." She scowled and glared at the door. "That is, if my_stupid boyfriend_," her voice rose to a shout "ever gets back with the booze!"

"But weren't you two..." Alex started to protest. He trailed off at the dirty look Morgan gave him. Amelia grinned, pressing a finger to her lips.

The sound of paws on the stairs suddenly filled the room, and a second later, the door swung open and an obviously drunk wolf stumbled in. "Fear not, ladies and--" he caught sight of Alex and cocked his head. "And... ah, unexpected gentleman. I have returned with drink!"

Sliding deftly off the bed, Morgan snatched both bottles of alcohol from the wolf's paws. "Sit down, Ben." She ordered, setting both bottles on the floor in the center of their makeshift circle. She crouched low, then looked up at Alex with narrowed eyes and a knowing smile. Her top was extremely low cut, and he struggled to keep his gaze at eye level. Morgan grinned wider, twisting the cap off the first bottle. She offered it to Alex, and he could smell the alcohol before he even accepted the bottle.

"And then," Morgan purred. "Let the games, begin."